Do you remember? You stand in the rain, white clothes and red umbrella are indelible scenery printed in my heart.
The day I went to the painting competition, you were ill. The venue is not near, but it is not too far. I wanted to go by myself, and I didn't go alone until I agreed not to, but when I was about to go out, the weather was not beautiful-it was raining cats and dogs, and now you don't say anything. "It's such a big rain, you have to bring a paint brush or something. How can you do this? " You said to me in a hoarse voice, Mom, why? Why did you let me get wet when you were ill?
Walking on the road, I want to take an umbrella for you. After all, you are a patient, but you insist on taking it yourself. "What's the difference between taking an umbrella and not giving it to you?" I can't beat you, so I have to give you my umbrella. It rained heavily, but I didn't get wet at all. The two men who walked in front of us also carried the same umbrella. Why is it half wet? I turned to look at you. So you put your umbrella next to me. I gently pushed it to your side, but after a while, you tilted your umbrella to my side. You looked at me doubtfully and said, "This umbrella is too heavy to hold stably." What a clumsy lie it is, but it is so beautiful and moving. Mom, why is this? Why pretend not to be careful when you know it was intentional? If it's true, why did you give me an umbrella when you knew it was unstable?
When I arrived at the examination room, I saw a parent send it over. They kept telling the child what to do, and the child waved impatiently and entered the examination room. But you didn't say anything. In fact, you didn't say much after we set out, and almost all the way was silent. You said you were afraid to infect me. I walked into the examination room and looked back, only to find that you didn't go away. You made a gesture of cheering for me and then smiled at me. Mom, why is this? Why don't you go home early? Why do I see your smile and suddenly my heart is full of strength? I think I understand, I understand everything. ...
Later, I drew such a picture in a painting competition with the theme of "love": in a gloomy picture, a man with a red umbrella is laughing and there are water droplets on his body. White is particularly bright on a gloomy background, and the red umbrella makes the painting look warm on a rainy day. I named it scenery.
Because of love, you sent me to the examination room in spite of illness and rain; Because of love, you inclined your umbrella to me; Because of love, you are afraid of infecting me and want to cheer me up; Because of love, when I see your smile, I will feel a warm power. ...
That is the scenery in my heart, and the flaming umbrella is your longing heart; The dripping white clothes are the rain and dew you love, right?
This is a picture left in my heart, a landscape of love. ...
Mom, I love you.
There was an earthquake in Wenchuan, China that day.
Tall buildings and schools no longer exist.
Eyeful ruins, endless ruins, smoke turned into a gray sky, blood turned into crimson flowers ... What a beautiful scenery! The scenery left in my heart is unforgettable! No one will forget!
Therefore, people say, "China doesn't cry, Wenchuan doesn't cry!" What a scenery it is to be concerned about the disaster area and unite as one! Strong, unyielding, United, brave ... Such scenery also makes people cry.
However, a young first-line doctor smiled mischievously and reached out and pointed to another landscape not far away:
A child always carries his beloved little cloth bear on his back and refuses to put it down. He is afraid that in case of an earthquake, Little Cloth Bear will be afraid if he can't find him. His father had no choice but to go to the doctor and say, "Please prescribe some medicine. He has prickly heat. " -There is another kind of scenery called "lovely innocence".
A man lined up empty wine bottles on the ground, and the people nearby said, "This is an earthquake prediction." But one day, the doctor heard the sound of the bottle falling to the ground, and there was no vibration on the ground under his feet. He hurried to see what had happened, but he saw the man holding his son's ball and said with an apologetic smile, "Since there is no earthquake now, let's go bowling!" " -there is another kind of scenery called "living optimistically".
Earthquake is a natural disaster. Our eyes see too much suffering and misfortune, too much where will you go, but forget that we still have the right to enjoy a better life. When people saw the "Coke Boy" rescued from the ruins, the first sentence when they opened their mouths was "I want to drink Coke with ice". Who didn't smile at him and who was not moved by his optimism? Since you are lucky enough to live, you should live well! Who can say that this comedy scene is not a beautiful scenery?
Ruins are landscapes, and struggles are landscapes; Innocence is a landscape, and "iced coke" is also a landscape ...
What scenery can stay in my heart?
There is composition.
I. The heart of the Sahara
The endless yellow sand, even at the end of the day, is frightening. However, Sanmao chose Sahara and this vast and bare desert. Small house, simple life. Drive the jeep to Shahai several times every day, wait for my husband to come home, read and write, and that's it. Her heart is vast, naked and simple, just like this desert. She said, "The heart of the Sahara-this is my only name in this world.
Second, the bell ringer quasimodo
The Vice Bishop of Notre Dame tried to possess gypsy woman, so he slandered her and sentenced her to death. Notre Dame bell ringer quasimodo risked his life to save her. But the church slandered Esme Halda as a witch and hanged her on the roof of Notre Dame. Quasimodo was angered by such shameless behavior. He pushed the archbishop off the roof. After that, he was at Esme Halda's grave.
Third, Paul is made of iron.
The child of an ordinary worker, who struggled hard and tenaciously, grew up to be a proletarian revolutionary hero. Not afraid of sacrifice, fight against foreign occupation forces and white bandits. He was wounded by bullets, blind and paralyzed, but he held his head high and fought tenaciously. He is Pavel Colta King. Iron spirit.
Fourth, Prometheus was bound.
Prometheus stole skyfire for mankind. In order to punish him, Zeus appointed powerful gods and violent gods to chain him to Caucasus Mountain. But he persevered, refused all kinds of temptations from the river god and the messengers of the gods, and finally sank into the depths of the earth in Zeus' lightning.
These stay in my heart and become eternal and beautiful scenery.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and in a blink of an eye, everything has passed. The waves of memory surge gently in my mind. The sunset fairy came slowly against the breeze in orange gauze. The golden sea is like a scale. I opened the door with the key in my heart, and everything in my heart was so clear and deeply imprinted there.
I remember, it was the day of the third grade, and it was only half past three after school very early. I was going to go with my classmates, but something happened and it rained. I stood anxiously in the corridor, watching my classmates being picked up by my parents one by one, and my heart was even more anxious. I walked and walked, and before I knew it, I reached the first floor. "alas!" A drop of rain fell on my clothes, so cold. Tick-tock, time goes by slowly, but the rain is not small, but it is getting bigger and bigger, and there is a bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth. "ah! Huang Chulin, are you still there? " I'm confused. Who could it be? I turned to look, ah! It's Grace Wai Wong! I seem to be waiting for the savior, holding her and jumping around. Grace Wai Wong was puzzled by my behavior and smiled. He asked, "Why?" I stopped to tell her my present situation. She didn't hesitate to hold up her umbrella and hold my hand in the rain. Grace Wai Wong's umbrella is so small that little girls like it. Along the way, we talked and laughed, and Grace Wai Wong kept me home. I smiled and said goodbye to her. Suddenly I saw that her schoolbag was wet, and she walked in the opposite direction to our house. Seeing all this, I was very moved and warm. She would rather travel a long way than walk me to my door. Besides, it's raining so hard, how can her little umbrella stop it? In order not to let me get wet, she leaned her umbrella against me, and her schoolbag was wet. I looked at her figure for a long time with gratitude and emotion until it disappeared from the rain curtain ... The rain stopped and the sun came out, but my heart was still warm and warm.
The impression in my heart will never be erased. It will always be there, shining like a star in the night sky. ...
In the long river of years, time goes by slowly, but I can't take anything away, but I have left countless beautiful scenery in my heart. They may not be so passionate, so touching, so graceful and beautiful, but they are the tenderest memories in my heart.
In order to realize the great cause of Chu's reunification, you United against Qin, and later you were framed by a villain and exiled. When you wrote angrily, "I traveled to Yao Xiyuan with Chonghua and went to Kunlun to eat Yu Ying. Be with heaven and earth, and be with the sun and the moon in Guang Qi. " You wrote Li Sao to vent your anger. No matter what kind of blows and persecution you suffer, you always stick to your own ethics, which makes you noble. Finally, you jumped into the Miluo River with hatred, and from then on, the rolling river turned into your lofty aspirations, which have been passed down to this day and are admirable.
Qu Yuan, you are the scenery in my heart, and you are an inexhaustible poem.
You lost your husband at an early age and lived in exile. As a well-read talented woman and an intellectual at the commanding heights of social thought, in the face of this situation, you can't go to court, and you can't gallop on the battlefield. Back to a thousand years of history, you still can't find a bosom friend. You can only use "live as a hero and die as a ghost." I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. "This kind of heroic poem expresses the tragic patriotic feelings like men.
-Li Qingzhao You are the scenery in my heart, and you are inexhaustible words.
You traveled across the ocean not far from Wan Li, gave up foreign preferential treatment, and resolutely came to China to heal the wounded and rescue the dying. You explained the highest professional ethics and moral cultivation as a doctor with your own actions, and you let us know the great internationalism and the spirit of * * * *. Selfishness, dedication, selfless dedication; Extreme work enthusiasm, spirit of Excellence. You are our eternal sample, your life is our imaginary square, and you are a monument that will never go down in history.
-norman bethune, you are the scenery in my heart, an endless history.
You endured unimaginable and unbearable pain, but you didn't give in to fate. With the teacher's education and help, you overcame illness and disability with strong perseverance. After you graduated from college with honors, you actively devoted yourself to the welfare of the blind and deaf people in the world. You have also been praised and rewarded by many governments and people in many countries. Your My Life has also become a classic of English literature. You let me know that the courage to face the hardships and hardships of life is the foundation of success.
Helen Keller You are the scenery in my heart, and you are endless love.
The scenery in my heart, you are the bright light on my way forward, guiding me on the road of growth. I will follow your example and fly freely in the vast sky when my wings are full.
Maybe it's a little off topic. . .
Respondents: Purple is monotonous | Grade 5 | 201-1511:25.
My favorite scenery
At dusk, I sat on the rocks by the river, waiting for the sunset to come and welcome a new day.
The waves rippled and the river was golden. The light continues to extend to the end of the water, becoming more and more dazzling. The farthest place is like a layer of gold, shining. I am immersed in the ingenious creativity of nature. I thought no one could disturb my happiness. However, at this moment, I saw a group of children frolicking and running in the distance, which was more noisy than before. They are like naughty little animals, getting rid of the shackles of iron cages and running wildly in the quiet and peaceful sunset.
My mind was destroyed by the sudden children, so I had to squat there in pain and fiddle with the stones in my hand.
"Ha ha-"another burst of laughter. I looked at it angrily and couldn't help staring at those unscrupulous children. But I saw a man walking in a straight line with his head down and never looking back. I think: at an early age, he may have met a lonely heart with nowhere to tell. I can't help worrying about him when I see that he has been burying his little head and the sunset has drawn his shadow long. Unexpectedly, all of a sudden, he crouched down like discovering a new continent, and somehow found something rare from the beach, with a flowery smile on his face. He turned and ran to his friends, waving trophies as he ran, as if shouting a victory declaration. I can't help laughing. The happiness of children is as simple as that. Young people, regardless of the oppression of time, can only stare at the small goals in front of them and move forward without hesitation. Even if they broke into pieces in the mud pit, they patted the soil with a smile and endured the pain.
The afterglow of the setting sun is wantonly sprinkled on teenagers. The gold embedded in the river has faded with the sky, but more dazzling light seems to be absorbed by children. I looked around, and they were dressed in gold, dancing with their endless innocence in the sunset. What a beautiful scenic line it is! Once upon a time, like them, I stood in the sun and wrote down simple joy, which became a shining landscape in the eyes of others.
From the past to the present, I have visited many moving scenery, but none of them can replace my favorite scenery-the group of children dancing happily and running wildly in the sunset.